- Jul 1, 2010
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Not everyone Guinea Fowl Galore, I'm with you on this. I am a mother and grandmother, my eldest is nearly 40 years old. I have never raised my hand to my children and indeed neither has their father. We have brought them up with, I hope, respect and kindness. Our house rules were simple. 'Never do anything that hurts someone else.' They were encouraged to help around the house and they did. We never imposed severe restrictions on them, but we had rules. 'When you are 12, you can do this, provided you are sensible.' etc. We never expected them to touch our things and we never interferred with their things. We always respected them as separate people from ourselves, who were to be raised, and shown the right way, but not controlled and bullied! They knew, on the few occasions when the had overstepped the mark, by the withering looks! This was the only form of discipline ever used on us, and we employed the same tactics, very amicably and successfully I think. I am truly appalled that people physically hurt their children as a means of discipline, that in my opinion is outrageous! It is also well documented that violence begets violence, and society is not without it's problems in that respect. As for taking off bedroom doors, thereby denying children any privacy, I am speechless!
I respected my parents, as I did my husbands parents. I respected them for their courage and tenacity, the way they forged decent lives for themselves in a post was world. The way they denied themselves to give us a good start in life. Most of all however, I loved them for their gentleness and tenderness. For their unshakable ability to see the good in people. For their kindness to others, and not least for the wonderful feeling of security that their devotion gave us. We never doubted that our arrival, during the hardest of years, was the crowning glory of their lives.
I respected my parents, as I did my husbands parents. I respected them for their courage and tenacity, the way they forged decent lives for themselves in a post was world. The way they denied themselves to give us a good start in life. Most of all however, I loved them for their gentleness and tenderness. For their unshakable ability to see the good in people. For their kindness to others, and not least for the wonderful feeling of security that their devotion gave us. We never doubted that our arrival, during the hardest of years, was the crowning glory of their lives.